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My Brilliant Friend

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“She wrote, in the last pages, of feeling all the evil of the neighborhood all around her.  Rather, she wrote obscurely, good and evil are mixed together and reinforce each other in turn.  Marcello, if you thought about it, was really a good arrangement, but the good tasted of the bad and the bad tasted of the good, it was a mixture that took your breath away… ‘And I feel that I have to find a solution, otherwise, everything, one thing after another, will break, everything, everything.'”

-Lena reads a letter from Lila, My Brilliant Friend, Elena Ferrante, trans. Ann Goldstein

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A Passage to Shambala: the Explorer’s Guild, Volume 1

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“Yes, it is inevitable now that we must ask.  And we may yet learn much.  Though we may find, when we have our answers, that we were better off as we are now, with only our questions.  Our ideas of the world are about to change, Mr. Pensette, and not by a little.  You should not think this will be an agreeable experience.”

– Subadar Priddish, A Passage to Shambala: The Explorer’s Guild Vol. I, by John Baird and Kevin Costner, illustrated by Rick Ross

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Pax

The scent is my boy’s.  Have you seen him?  Pax shared the most important features of his human–the naked round ears; the towering legs, so improbably long that Pax always feared he would topple over when he ran; the black curled hair that grew to different lengths, then became short again.”

Pax, by Sara Pennypacker.  Illustrated by John Klassen. Continue reading “Pax”

A Gathering of Shadows

image“The world is neither fair nor right, but it has a way of balancing itself.  Magic teaches us that much.”

-Tieren, A Gathering of Shadows, by V.E. Schwab Continue reading “A Gathering of Shadows”

Long Man

“Annie Clyde had seen more than one tree uprooted in all this foul weather.  She had heard the rain every way that it fell, hard like drumming fingers, in sheets like a long sigh, in spates like pebbles tossed at the windows.  When she crossed the road and went up the bank, she could see water glinting between the tree stumps.  The river had already become a lake.”

Long Man, by Amy Greene

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The Golem and the Jinni

“On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.”

The Golem and the Jinni, by Helene Wecker

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